romance stories and histories

Jasmine glanced at her wristwatch which said 4:50 PM... Almost time. She began putting all the other things she used for work away, wiped down her workstation, tucked her chair neatly under her desk, and grabbed her bag, which was slightly heavier than usual. Inside were a carefully folded change of clothes, a mini makeup bag, and a pair of thigh-high, black boots....

Ed was staring into a beautiful sight; his wife's wet, swollen pussy and her soft, round ass, right on his face. He was trying to focus on licking her clit, occasionally licking up to her vagina, penetrating her as far as possible.
His wife, Wendy, was making it hard to focus. Every time she moaned in pleasure at Ed's ministrations he felt it as his cock was buried deep in her throat....

My wife Liz and I were on our way to my best friend's birthday party. Joe and I grew up next door to each other, we spent so much time together, people thought we were brothers. We met our future brides at the same time, the girls turned out to be roommates like Joe and I. We spent the last two year of college living together in the two bedroom apartment Joe and I had been renting and had a joint wedding two years later....

Jane arrived a half hour late, as per her usual, especially when she was going to see her "rock-n-roll Jesus". We were all going to Virginia Beach to see Ryan's (that be the aforementioned rock-n-roll Jesus) best friend for the week. I was the first pick up and I, literally hated being late even for a road trip, but was thrumming with excitement. If I remember right this was my first trip out of state without family of any kind! My memory is a little unreliable sometimes. Anyway, I throw my bag into the bac...

Author's note: The story is completed and I plan to post (roughly) weekly in 15 parts of 2-4 chapters each based on how the story breaks naturally.
This is a romance through and through, meant to appeal to your heart, not as much to other parts (; Sex plays a large role thematically, but occurs sporadically. Readers who want to get lost in a vivid, modern character study of imperfect, emotional people trying their best will enjoy, but I do suggest trying not to skim or skip. I know that's how I sometimes...

This second chapter does not stand alone, so please read chapter 1 first.

To those who know sorrow


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A week later, I got a text from Paige.
I'm back home in Connecticut for a few days, missing you.
I answered her immediately.
I love you, Paige. I miss you, too....

Alright. This popped out of my head last minute ago (@April 17) and am immediately writing this, like, in a raw draft/ pre-writing before I'll even forget this story.
This one came out watching clips of Miss Meadows (2014) right in TikTok, and find the actor, James Badge Dale, playing as the sheriff mesmerizing. Like, no shit, he saunters on screen and makes me wanna say rawr (lol). As a romantic lead for the titular character, he's dripping hot. So here I am fantasizing....

Most people in this world don't live up to their names. Other than me, I have only seen her, ever so vividly, live up to her name. Rose.
That's her name. And just like how real mature roses hold their glorious color for their first few days after being plucked, she was in her most flourishing stage in her twenties....

"Excuse me, may I trouble you for a moment?"
She looked up to see this nervous-looking redhead with a nice beard before her. As every second transpired, he got more comfortable and more smooth. His blue eyes had a sparkle to them and there was a certain charm he emoted.
"Yes, you may," she responded, also checking in with her two friends, a beautiful, slender, bronze goddess with tons of wit and a voluptuous, curvy redhead dressed in brown. The three of them looked fabulous. I know that their energy a...

None of the people she'd been with had noticed. Of course, the one person who noticed that she tried to keep quiet during sex was Asa fucking Sheridan. The fuck buddy who wouldn't even call her by her first name had somehow caught onto an insecurity she'd been successfully hiding for years. Great.
"I didn't notice at first because we only fucked at work for the first few months," he told her one day, in between kisses. "I figured you wanted to be quiet in case someone walked by your office."...

I wrote this story so long ago I can't remember when. I usually jot down a dream and sometimes it turns into more. Recently I read a similar story somewhere on literotica, where sometimes it seems like nothing is new.
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Our weekday mornings use to be so hectic, my husband and I getting ready for work while getting our three kids off to school. There were some mornings, especially when the kids were young, that I thought I would lose my mind and wo...

I wrote the story 'A North-South Love Story!' as a fun little experiment, where I wanted to write a story about 2 Indians belonging to different cultures of India: A North Indian boy and a South Indian Tulu girl. As it turns out, you guys loved the story a lot and it ended up becoming the highest rated story among all my works....

This is the beginning of a story I am writing... please comment and let me know what you think!
Ch. 1
Cassi - then (age 18)
The beat was electric, pulsing through the ground like thunder before the storm. Cassi's boots squelched in the soft mud, her sundress soaked at the hem from hours of dancing under the gray, gathering clouds. Lights from the stage sliced through the dusk, strobing across a thousand bodies that moved as one, defying the weather, lost in the music....

11:43 PM.
Natalia's phone buzzed under the blanket where she was curled up, her thumb lazily flicking through memes she wasn't really paying attention to.
Stefan:
You up?
She smirked. Classic. She didn't even hesitate before replying.
Natalia:
Barely. You trying to flirt again or just bored and horny?...

This is the follow-on reconciliation story to the Loving Wives story 'I choose you sweetheart'. It will make more sense if you read that first.
In my view there can be reconciliation, but the miscreant must suffer pain, physical or psychological and be remorseful. That is why this is in the Rom category. If you don't like reconciliation stories, I suggest you stop now....

I love medieval or historic adventure/romance. I watched one some time back and disappointed by the lack of storyline, I boasted to my wife that even I could write a simple romantic drama that will be better. To prove my point, I told her two stories. This is the written form of better of those.
My wife loved it - I am not sure if she liked the story or she simply cares about my feelings....

Dear reader,
This is a longer story than I am used to writing. There is not a lot a lot of sex in this one but there is some. This is much more about the romance than it is about hot sex.
The moment I saw her walk into our offices I was riveted. Ingrid Olsen was... different. It was hard to say exactly what it was about her that captured my attention....

Coming home wasn't supposed to be this hard. Was it? Jemma looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw the worry lines on her face. Make up wasn't going to conceal them. She turned to each side assessing whether her figure looked different. Of course it did. It was ten years since she had last come home to Greenville....

It's a short one folks. Not really any fucking, more of that sweet, sweet tension. But I'm actually writing the next chapter which will contain a fair amount of sexy bits.
And for the folks who emailed me, thank you! No seriously, it's been just a shitty time for me personally and professionally all around and getting emails and comments of people just wanting more is just like the nicest thing. Even when it's demanding. I love it....

Author's Note: This story has been bouncing around in my head for a while. It started off with a dream I had back in 2013 that I thankfully took the time to write down and began to take on a life of its own sometime last year when I was sifting through my documents looking for story ideas. It gets into some themes that are a bit more serious than much of my other work and draws from some experiences I had in high school (I'll explain more about that in a note at the end of the story to avoid spoilers here)....

How to Have Sex With the Snow Maiden
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David's Journey Pt.07

David
Sleeping beside my two wives, I was suddenly awoken by a scream. I was fully alert now as I jumped out of bed just as Caroline and Jessica were slowly waking up.
Running to the bedroom door, I open it quickly to see Jasmine running up the stairs screaming, "DADDY!" Watching her as she ran towards the door, I slid aside just enough for her to get in, and I ran out to find out what was going on. As I head down the stairs, a man comes around the corner quickly. Running ...

It was the last morning of my last day, and it was not going to be a good one. My admin assistant saw it on my face as I walked into my office. She handed me my coffee; said I was free until 10 and shut the door behind her. Marge knew me better than anybody, especially when I needed to be alone, and I needed to be alone....

Chapter Four


Kaiyan

The low buzz of conversation filled the evening air, punctuated by the occasional chime of porcelain against silver serving plates. The Imperial Garden was bathed in the glow of silk lanterns, their golden light dancing across the curved eaves of the pavilion. Plum blossoms perfumed the breeze, their sweetness blending with the fragrant steam rising from tea cups....

Author's note: This is a story for the 2025 "On The Job" Story Event.


My first year up north in Australia's Top End had been tough. The heat and humidity were brutal, but it was the clash of cultures that was harder to cope with. I was a city boy, born and bred, and my Territorian workmates reminded me of the fact at every opportunity....

This story is submitted for the 2025 On the Job Story Event.
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Maya's Bistro
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"Good morning, Doctor. Another rough night on call?" asked the server at the hospital cafeteria line.
"Ah, no, Maya. You must know by now that dermatologists rarely have emergencies, and being on call means just keeping a cell phone nearby."...

When I finished the first outline for An Accidental Family, Lisa and Sneaky were minor characters who shared one bullet point and added some color to Jason's 7-on-7 football team. As I began working on the story, however, they took on a life of their own. Suddenly, Lisa had two younger sisters, and Sneaky became Jason's best friend....

I Jack Fisher do take you Amie Williams to be my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in blah, blah, blah...
That seemed to be my most frequent dream these days, followed closely by the nightmare where I realize the tractor trailer truck I saw in my mirror was not going to stop in time before crashing into me and the rest of the cars in front of me stopped for a traffic light....

Since our last stormy screwfest, we hadn't played again as the Jumpgate hadn't re-opened, though we were occasionally playful. Our friendship was deep, and we hugged a lot, mostly when clothed, though sometimes not. Sometimes Playful, we could be naked without anything happening, though sometimes naked and I would be grabbed around the boobs or lower down from behind and then playfully kissed, then maybe someone would also briefly fill my open hole to laughter and group kisses....

Chapter 13

We had both been told to go to room 3--the library where we had started. There, eight of us relaxed in overstuffed chairs or on the sofa. "Agent Hardrock" and his date--a pretty brunette in a blue dress--had already claimed one side of the sofa and gestured for us to take the other side. After a quick glance at each other, we agreed and flopped down beside them. Waiters brought spritzers for us and one of the former dealers stood at the front of the room. I scanned my dossier, frantically ...